The Leviathan Roc Essence!
Those three words weighed like mountains, stirring a tempest in the hearts of all, sweeping away the heavens—utterly earth-shattering!
It was the true offspring of the Leviathan Roc, leaving all the mighty ones dumbstruck.
Even Shi Hao was stunned. Though he had speculated, receiving a definitive answer still left him reeling. The origins of the Undying Being were simply too grand.
No wonder there had been whispers that it was born from an egg, sealed within primordial chaos while still in its shell, emerging only after a million years—all to bathe in the breath of the Primal and the laws of the Dao.
Who else could wield such grandeur, casually spanning a million years to nurture a descendant? Only supreme beings like the Leviathan Roc and the Heavenly Phoenix, among the Ten Calamities, could achieve such a feat.
“Leviathan Roc Essence, in the battle of old, you were suppressed, yet you remain unrepentant. Do you still seek to stir chaos? This time, you shall not escape the agony of defeat!” someone declared.
The heavens and earth seemed to darken, oppressive yet searing.
A massive black sun loomed, vast and ink-dark, exuding a soul-rending sharpness, radiating black flames.
Within that sun sat a shadowy figure, cloaked in killing intent!
It was the master of the Demon Sunflower Garden, hailed by some as the Demon Sovereign!
A formidable being, renowned among plant-based cultivators, its name had shaken the three thousand provinces of the Upper Realm since antiquity, surviving countless battles, never extinguished.
“Rumble…”
A war chariot advanced, bearing the desolation of ancient times and a towering killing intent. The Lord of the Celestial Nation also made his stance clear: “Even if the true Leviathan Roc were to revive, what of it?”
He wielded a divine sword dripping with blood, his form indistinct, as if existing beyond the mortal realm. None dared underestimate him, for he was the most fearsome assassin in the world.
Some even speculated that he was the reincarnated Slaughter Sovereign of the previous era, defying decay.
During the Great Ancient War, many had witnessed his demise, yet for reasons unknown, he had reappeared, his aura of slaughter undiminished.
“Heh heh…” The Undying Being laughed, a sound laced with strangeness, coldness, and mockery. “If the Leviathan Roc still lived, would you dare come?”
“Hahaha…” Another laughed. The Valley Lord of Sword Valley, his aura overwhelming, raised his blade. “The Leviathan Roc is dead. Why speak of the past? No matter how glorious, it is gone.”
A sword light surged into the heavens, tearing through the clouds and splitting the firmament—a manifestation of peerless swordsmanship, the Valley Lord’s might pressing down on all.
“You overestimate the Leviathan Roc. Many witnessed its fall, some even took part in that battle!” another sneered.
A dragon soared across the sky, colossal, each scale spanning several zhang, its eyes like pools of blood, its body a mountain range draped in mist, bloodlight, and baleful aura. It descended with a roar.
This was the Sect Master of the Demonic Dragon Sect. Earlier, its deputy had been torn apart by the Undying Being—now, it had come in person.
The elder of Kun Sect, the Undying Being’s secondary form, shed his usual smile, his expression grave. “You think you could slay the Leviathan Roc? Had it not been for those two beings in the past, hmph!”
A cold snort, like a thunderclap, cracked the heavens, unsettling countless cultivators.
What hidden truths lay behind that ancient battle?
The past held too many secrets, truths long buried.
“Were it not for those two lingering beings behind you, how dare you wreak havoc in the Borderlands?!” the Kun Sect elder roared.
Shi Hao’s heart trembled at these words. The past was a tapestry of events known only to a handful of ancient survivors.
And it seemed tied to the glory and shame of the Sinful Bloodline!
“Hahaha… You think too much. If such supreme beings existed, they’d crush you with a flick. Would you still dare come?” the Sword Valley Lord mocked.
“Enough talk. Let us suppress and slay him,” the Celestial Nation Lord declared, urging his chariot forward, unleashing divine might. Blood mist enveloped the battlefield as the clash began.
“Boom!”
The chariot charged like a star-forged furnace, immense and unstoppable.
Crimson and gleaming with cold metal, it bore the scars of countless battles—shattered moons, ruined suns, a conqueror of the cosmos.
“Clang!”
The Undying Being struck, golden wings flapping, unleashing blades of light that slashed against the ancient chariot.
“Boom!”
The chariot blazed, killing intent billowing. Around it, rivers of blood flowed, mountains of bones piled—a ghastly spectacle of past slaughter, the grievances of countless souls harnessed as chariot slaves.
“Slay!”
The Celestial Nation Lord, though faint, did not vanish. Instead, he launched a frontal assault, his bloodied sword descending like a heavenly river, vast and unstoppable.
He did not resort to stealth—with so many gathered, a single grand technique from each was enough to corner their foe.
Sure enough, with a “clang,” the Sword Valley Lord also moved. His blade severed the heavens, a realm collapsing with a deafening roar.
A terrifying sight—his single-armed swing seemed to cut down the Nine Heavens, bringing a fragment of the cosmos crashing upon the Undying Being.
This was the “Sword Realm,” the pinnacle of swordplay, manifesting a world to suppress and slay.
The realm enveloped its target, sword qi crisscrossing, striking from all directions.
“Roar!”
The Undying Being roared, golden feathers erupting. From his wings, a hundred thousand golden swords flew, clashing in a storm of light that filled every inch of space.
In an instant, the world turned to chaos.
The Undying Being clashed fiercely with the two powerhouses, their battle shaking the cosmos.
Stars trembled, on the verge of falling.
“Why wait? Strike now, end this swiftly!” the Demonic Dragon Sect Master bellowed. His massive draconic form gleamed, scales parting as primordial mist surged. A dragon pearl shot forth, a treasure weapon aimed at the Undying Being.
“Clang!”
The Kun Sect elder moved, fists embodying the Leviathan Roc’s mysteries. A single punch met the pearl, shattering the land, reducing mountains to dust.
Even with arrays sealing the area, the shockwaves could not be contained.
“Slay!”
Golden light flashed in the sky—a golden ancient vine unfurled, coiling toward the Undying Being. This was the master of the Solar Divine Palace, a sentient vine.
“Boom!”
The black sun trembled, radiant light bursting forth as the Demon Sunflower Garden’s master transformed into a black-robed Daoist, pressing down with scorching flames to besiege the Leviathan Roc Essence.
Then, the elites of the Floating Luofu Valley, the giants of the Netherworld, all joined the fray. The killing intent surged, shaking past and present.
A horde of powerhouses attacked. Even the mighty Undying Being had to retreat, unwilling to be encircled—lest he fall here.
“Hahaha… Undying, do you think you can flee? Both your primary and secondary forms are here. Today, we end you for good!” someone laughed.
The gathered giants sealed the heavens.
“Slay!”
The Undying Being roared, his golden form towering into the clouds. His voice shook the moon, nearly bringing it crashing down.
“Awoo…”
A silver giant tiger pounced, its claws tearing through mountains before even landing.
“Pfft!”
The Undying Being spun, his Leviathan Roc wings flashing. Golden feathers pierced the tiger’s body, blood spraying as the beast fell lifeless.
“Die, Undying!”
Too many giants pressed in. The Celestial Nation Lord and Sword Valley Lord unleashed sword beams that drew blood from the Undying Being, splashing high.
With a violent shake, the Undying Being’s body blazed with golden runes, sweeping the battlefield.
Simultaneously, he met the diving dragon—the Demonic Dragon Sect Master. Though bloodied by others’ strikes, he tore a chunk of flesh from the dragon, scales and blood raining down.
A river of blood stained the broken earth below.
“Kill him! Today is the best chance!” A white rhinoceros bellowed. None here were weak—all were sect masters, Siege the Undying Being. He could not survive.
“Roar!”
The Undying Being stretched his golden form to ten thousand zhang, charging like a demon god. He collided head-on with the white rhino.
“Boom!”
Heaven and earth quaked. The rhino’s defenses were peerless, its hide like immortal armor, each strike resonating like a drum—yet unyielding.
But its horn was razor-sharp, piercing the void, aimed at the Undying Being’s chest, nearly impaling him.
“Slay!”
With a cold cry, the Undying Being lifted the mountain-sized rhino and tore it apart, bathing in its blood.
The sight of the golden titan rending the colossal beast sent chills through many.
Yet, in that moment, sect masters’ attacks landed, nearly shattering the Undying Being.
“Hmm? The Nine Deaths Undying Art!” someone gasped.
“No wonder he dares be so bold—he’s mastered this supreme art!” a sect master muttered, eyes blazing with greed.
The Nine Deaths Undying Art, an ancient technique from the previous era, was said to defy calamity, turning death into life.
Where others would have perished under such assaults, the Undying Being endured, swiftly recovering.
“Boom!”
Elsewhere, the Kun Sect elder fought valiantly, bloodied but unyielding.
“Crack!”
Two beams of runic light shot from his eyes, piercing a sect master’s brow!
“Leviathan Roc Essence, how dare you rampage? Hold nothing back—end him now!” someone shouted.
“Today, we’ll see how long you last. With just the two of you, you cannot escape. Dare you defy the world?”
The sect masters’ faces darkened, killing intent thick.
“Elder, fear not—I am here!”
At that moment, a Golden-Winged Great Roc blotted out the sky, its golden aura sweeping the land.
“And I!” A Cyan Heavenly Roc descended, crushing all in its path, shaking the heavens as it joined the fray.
“Golden-Winged Roc, Cyan Heavenly Roc—do you seek to muddy the waters? Opposing all sects? Know this is the united will of the world!” the Sword Valley Lord thundered.
“None can change the outcome!” the Celestial Nation Lord roared.
“Oh?” A soft voice carried across the battlefield. Golden willow leaves drifted from the sky.
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